Chapter 621

Their footsteps passed by Thalassa, heavy with an icy wind that cut across her face, sharp and cold.

Thalassa watched as they walked away, her gaze trailing their footprints until they were lost from sight.

Tears filled her eyes as she stared blankly at the then-deserted corridor.

A pair of leather shoes approached. Stopping beside her, a man’s voice rang out, “Ms. Everhart, may I assist you?”

Thalassa turned her stiff neck to look at the man. It was David.

With a dry swallow, she managed to get out, “I can do it… on my own…”

with which Lysander had just choked her could have easily been fatal. Thalassa tried to stand, her hands pressing against

extended his hand, Thalassa managed to rise, using

“Ms. Everhart, it’s getting late. You

that, he

stood still, her legs shaking slightly as she stared at

echoed in her mind, causing her heart

against the wall, taking one shaky step after another towards the

by step, she moved towards the hospital entrance, only to see Lysander’s sleek black Rolls-Royce drive off,

body, which was on its way to the

a whirlwind of confusion. She called a cab and

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